Some Clergymen Make A Motto,

Embark On No Enterprise Which You Cannot Submit To The Test Of Prayer.

You Cannot Judge By Outward Appearances; The Soul Is Only Transparent To Its Maker.

It Is In Sickness That We Most Feel The Need Of That Sympathy Which Shows How Much We Are Dependent Upon One Another For Our Comfort, And Even Necessities. Thus Disease, Opening Our Eyes To The Realities Of Life, Is An Indirect Blessing.

True Sympathy Is Putting Ourselves In Another's Place; And We Are Moved In Proportion To The Reality Of Our Imagination.

Idleness Is Emptiness; The Tree In Which The Sap Is Stagnant, Remains Fruitless.